In our days, we will live Like our ghosts will live Pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes Like stubborn boys across the road We'll keep everything Grandma's gun and the black bear claw that took her dog And when sister Lowery says Amen, we won't hear anything The ten-car train will take that word, that fledgling bird And the fallen house across the way It'll keep everything The baby's breath, our bravery wasted and our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire All the more pair of under water pearls
Than the oak tree and its ressurection fern
In our days we will say what our ghosts will say We gave the world what we saw fit and what'd we get Like stubborn boys with big green eyes We'll see everything In the timid shade of the autumn leaves and the buzzards wings
And we'll undress by the ashes of the fire Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire All the more pair of under water pearls Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern